The Lonely Man
Once more, the cold sheets of time
he pulls around his head
and surrenders himself
to his lonely bed
But the warmth that he needs
in order to be warm
So yet another sleepless night
precedes yet another busy day
and each habitual time
he can find no reason and no rhyme
He has so much time to get through
Until he feels like living again
he thinks of all the time he'll be dead...
He knows he should live for today
But his heart is with yesterday
and tomorrow, no longer surprises him
Is it only 'he'
or is it our society?
(PS, written for all the 'she's out there too)!
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